The next day was busier than anyone could have imagined.
Officials, priests, and mages poured into the academy one after another, each group demanding answers.
The officials from the Empire arrived first. Their armor gleamed under the sun, crests shining proudly on their cloaks. Their expressions, however, were sharp and calculating. They bowed politely before firing off questions in rapid succession.
They wanted details about Hector and Charles—their strength, their abilities, and the corrupted mana crystal embedded in the Boss Monster. They asked about the structure of the dungeon itself. Every word carried the tone of strategy, not concern.
